Chapter 9: Setting A Trap

Hua Qiyue had heard of the Insanity Technique from this body’s previous memories. Qi Artists were rare, and Soul Takers even more so. It was said that there were only three Soul Takers on Tianyuan Continent.

One Soul Taker could kill tens of thousands of soldiers in an instant! Just one move of a finger could cause thousands of soldiers to run away in fear!

As a result, countless people who attempted to take the Insanity Technique book from them were killed. As time passed, no one dared to challenge them. Eventually, the three Soul Takers moved deep within the mountains. Their families were prosperous, and they had countless treasures, but no one dared to lay a finger on them.

But how could this mysterious man in front of her possibly know the Insanity Technique? And if he was really that strong, why would he impart the knowledge to her?

What was his purpose? Who was he? What was the truth behind the green jade gourd?

Obviously, the "master" in front of her was in no mood to explain. He waved his hand, "Go back now. Come here every night. I will teach you Qi Art."

A strong gust of wind blew her over. Hua Qiyue felt the scenery around her changing into the carriage, and then she saw the worried eyes of Lvxin and Youshui.

"Miss? Miss! Wake up!” Lvxin cried anxiously as she shook her body.

Hua Qiiyue blinked, sat up slowly, and looked around. The wasteland was gone; she was back in the carriage.

"I... what happened?"

"How would I know? Miss, you opened your eyes suddenly and didn't move at all. We were so scared. Did you have a brain injury? Should we call a doctor?" Lvxin touched Hua Qiyue's forehead. The temperature was normal. She looked Hua Qiyue up and down and didn’t see anything out of place.

"I... I’m fine." Hua Qiyue replied with a low voice. It seemed that what happened just now was true. This was bad — that demon was clearly not a good person to receive help from.

He wanted to teach her Qi Art and the Insanity Technique. Why? Maybe...he just wanted to get out of the jade gourd? In Hua Qiyue's previous life, she was only a businesswoman, and had never had any contact with a Qi Artist. Faced with this kind of situation… she was at a complete loss. Had it not been for the memory of the former owner, she would have fainted.

She needed to focus —the most important thing right now was to bring her son out from the hellish Zhou’s Mansion.

Seeing Hua Qiyue's serious expression, Lvxin and Youshui did not dare to disturb her. They looked at each other and wondered if they should call a doctor.

Two days later, they arrived at the capital's gate. At Hua Qiyue’s request, they went directly to the temple to visit Master Xuanji.

Thanks to Master Xuanji, Rongfu Temple had become as famous as the renowned Hanyue Temple in only a month. The small temple was always bustling with noise and excitement, with countless pilgrims coming in and out.

The temple was located at the foot of Baili Mountain outside the capital city. There were roads paved with bluestones, blue water rippled in the lotus pond, and the path was landscaped with willows. It was a small temple, but crowded with people. Although Hua Qiyue had a bad reputation, she came from a good family, and a young monk brought her through the back door to visit Master Xuanji.

A visit to the master cost ten taels of silver, which was too expensive for an ordinary family. Therefore, most of the pilgrims crowded at the back door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Xuanji.

Hua Qiyue and Youshui walked into the rear hall together. A monk in a green robe was standing in front of the water pavilion, the breeze gently blowing at the corners of his robe.

"Master Xuanji, this is the young miss of the Hua Family."

Hua Qiyue handed the 10 taels of silver over to the young monk. Once he’d left, she took a closer look at Xuanji. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he had shaved his hair off, he was extremely handsome.

She was surprised to see how young he was. She’d been picturing a monk over fifty years old who had the mind to cheat pilgrims.

"Youshui, you can leave for now. I have something to say to the Master," Hua Qiyue said with a smile. Youshui immediately shook her head; she couldn’t leave Hua Qiyue alone with that monk. If word got out, the young lady's reputation would be mud.

Instead, Youshui walked out of earshot but remained close enough to watch. Hua Qiyue talked to Master Xuanji for a short while, then they walked towards the back door with smiles on their faces.

Youshui was amazed! She couldn’t hear what they said, and now Xuanji himself saw her off? It was incredible! People could pay Master Xuanji to have him tell their fortune, but he had never treated a female pilgrim like that.

Master Xuanji and Hua Qiyue walked to the back door and caused a commotion among the pilgrims. They screamed, all wanting to be closer to the master, but were stopped by a dozen strong monks.

"Watch your step, Miss. Take care. Remember to adopt a boy born in February as your foster son. He can help you avoid disaster and marry a good husband!" Xuanji's voice was not loud, but many pilgrims heard what he had said.

"Thank you, Master Xuanji. I will remember that."

Hua Qiyue made a bow and left with Youshui, who wore a puzzled look. The pilgrims were talking about her, and their words weren’t negative. They seldom saw her but felt that this lady seemed beautiful and peaceful. She did not look like the useless coward they had always been told she was.

The pilgrims whispered to each other as Hua Qiyue and the servants headed towards the capital city.

Not far away, Second Miss Hua Mengshi sat in her horse carriage and dropped the curtain.